Quotes from Walter Savage Landor

Ambition does not see the earth she treads on: The rock and the herbage are of one substance to her.

Fame, they tell you, is air; but without air there is no life for any; without fame there is none for the best.

Every good writer has much idiom; it is the life and spirit of language.

Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature; for never is life so low or so little as when occupied with the present.

Life is but sighs; and, when they cease, 'tis over.

Experience is our only teacher both in war and peace.

Belief in a future life is the appetite of reason.

Sculpture and painting are moments of life; poetry is life itself.

Even the weakest disputant is made so conceited by what he calls religion, as to think himself wiser than the wisest who think differently from him.

There is no easy path leading out of life, and few easy ones that lie within it.

No thoroughly occupied person was ever found really miserable.

There is no easy path leading out of life, and few are the easy ones that lie within it.

I have suffered more from my bad dancing than from all the misfortunes and miseries of my life put together.

In the morn of life we are alert, we are heated in its noon, and only in its decline do we repose.

Life and death appear more certainly ours than whatsoever else; and yet hardly can that be called ours, which comes without our knowledge, and goes without it.

Let a gentleman be known to have been cheated of twenty pounds, and it costs him forty a-year for the remainder of his life.

I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

Great men always pay deference to greater.

The very beautiful rarely love at all; those precious images are placed above the reach of the passions: Time alone is permitted to efface them.

God made the rose out of what was left of woman at the creation. The great difference is, we feel the rose's thorns when we gather it; and the other's when we have had it for some time.

The sublime is contained in a grain of dust.

The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.

I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.

My thoughts are my company; I can bring them together, select them, detain them, dismiss them.